It is a
maxim in Ethics that “conduct, which conduces to life in each and all, is good”.
But we, the degenerate Aryans, have long lost sight of this maxim. We have long
since forgotten the best practical means of conducing to the life of our
practically extinct mighty Shastras. Science teaches us that sound is
indestructible and we exult over our larger power of mathematical analysis, or,
at least, of sound scientific analysis. The “Phonograph” testifies to the
immutability of sound. Ages ago, our hoary Rishis taught the aphorism of Savda
Bramh. The spirit fled, only the dead-letter interpretation remained. We
scouted at is as the effusion of an abnormal imagination.

The “Phonograph”
painfully led us to look back with a sigh. This invention of Prof. Edison’s is
only the latest corroboration of the ancient theory: Sound is indestructible
nothing is ever lost.

“Annihilation
exists but in the fancy. It is an illusion of the imagination, dream of the
poet, the wild and frigid fancy of the sceptic. Nothing, obvious to sense,
admits of destruction. This is a well-stablished axiom in physics. It is not in
the power of man to destroy the slightest particle of matter. What is termed
destruction, as applied to material substances, is nothing but a decomposition
and re-composition of their ulterior units.”

We may, by
chemical or scientific means and processes, alter and re-arrange the existing
combinations of matter, but, when so disintegrated, the dissipated and
apparently destroyed particles enter into new and different compounds and
assume other types and forms, but are never, in their original nature and elements, annihilated.

It may be here
urged that decomposition and re-composition of ulterior units do not
necessarily mean eternal progression. Here the doctrine of correspondence comes
to our aid. From simplicity to complexity is the order of Evolution and hence a
retrograde movement is the exception and not the rule.

That sound is
indestructible - that Savda is nitya -finds its corroboration not only in the
Phonograph, but I subjoin a beautiful extract from the pen of an acute philosopher,
who contributed his essay in “The Ninth
Bridgewater Treatise”, which will
still better demonstrate the truth of the assertion. He says: -

The pulsations of the air, once set in
motion by the human voice, cease not to exist with the sounds to which they
gave rise. Strong and audible as they are, in the immediate neighbourhood of
the speaker, and at the immediate moment of utterance, their quickly attenuated
force soon becomes inaudible to human ears. The motions, they have impressed on
the particles of one portion of our atmosphere, are communicated to constantly
increasing numbers, but the total quantity of motion, measured in the same
direction, receives no addition. Each atom loses as much as it gives and
regains again from other atoms a portion of those motions which they in turn
give up.

The waves of air, thus raised, perambulate
the earth and ocean’s surface, and, in less than twenty hours, every atom of
its atmosphere takes up the altered movement due to that infinitesimal portion
of the primitive motion which has been conveyed to it through countless
channels, and which must continue to influence its path throughout its future
existence.

But these aerial pulses, unseen by the
keenest eye, unheard by the acutest ear, unperceived by human senses, are yet
demonstrated to exist by human reason; and, in some few and limited instances,
by calling to our aid the most refined and comprehensive instrument of human
thought, their courses are traced and their intensities are measured.

If man enjoyed a larger command over
mathematical analysis, his knowledge of these motions would be more extensive;
but a being,
possessed of unbounded knowledge of that science, could trace every the
minutest consequence of that primary impulse. Sucha being however, far exalted above our race,
would still be immeasurably below even our conception of infinite intelligence.

But, supposing the original conditions of
each atom of the earth’s atmosphere, as well as all the extraneous causes
acting on it, to be given, and supposing also the interference of no new
causes, such a being would be able clearly to trace its future but inevitable
path, and he would distinctly foresee and might absolutely predict for any,
even the remotest period of time, the circumstances and future history of every
particle of that atmosphere.

Let us imagine a being invested with such
knowledge (though no longer an imaginary being), to examine at a distant epoch the
coincidence of the facts with those which his profound analysis had enabled him
to predict. If any the slightest deviation existed, he would immediately read
in its existence the action of a new cause; and, through the aid of the same
analysis, tracing this discordance back to its source, he would become aware of
the time of its commencement, and the point of space at which it originated.

Thus considered, what a strange chaos is
this wide atmosphere we breathe! Every atom, impressed with good and with ill,
retains at once the motions which philosophers and sages have imparted to it,
mixed and combined in ten thousand ways with all that is worthless and base.
The air itself is one vast library on whose pages are for ever written all that
man has ever said or woman whispered. There, in their mutable but unerring
characters, mixed with the earliest as well as with the latest sighs of
mortality, stand for ever recorded vows unredeemed, promises unfulfilled,
perpetuating, in the united movements of each particle, the testimony of man’s
changeful will.

But, if the air, we breathe, is the
never-failing historian of the sentiments we have uttered, earth, air and ocean
are the eternal witnesses of the acts we have done. The same principle of the
equality of action and reaction applies to them: whatever movement is
communicated to any of their particles is transmitted to all around it, the
share of each being diminished by their number, and depending jointly on the
number and position of those acted upon by the original source of disturbance.
The waves of air, although in many instances perceptible to the organs of
hearing, are only rendered visible to the eye by peculiar contrivances; but
those of water offer, to the sense of sight, the most beautiful illustration of
transmitted motion. Everyone, who has thrown a pebble to the still waters of a
sheltered pool, has seen the circles it has raised, gradually expanding in size
and as uniformly diminishing in distinctness. He may have observed the
reflection of those waves from the edges of the pool. He may have noticed also
the perfect distinctness with which two, three, or more waves, each pursues its
own unimpeded course, when diverging from two, three, or more centres of
disturbance. He may have seen that in such cases the particles of water, where
the waves intersect each other, partake of the movements due to each series.

No motion, impressed by natural causes or
by human agency, is ever obliterated. The ripple on the ocean’s surface, caused
by a gentle breeze, or the still water which marks the more immediate track of
a ponderous vessel gliding with scarcely expanded sails over its bosom, are
equally indelible. The momentary waves, raised by the passing breeze,
apparently born but to die on the spot which saw their birth, leave behind them
an endless progeny which, reviving with diminished energy in other seas,
visiting a thousand shores, reflected from each and perhaps again partially
concentrated, will pursue their ceaseless course till ocean be itself
annihilated.

The track of every canoe, of every vessel
which has yet disturbed the surface of the ocean, whether impelled by manual
force or elemental power, remains for ever registered in the future movement of
all succeeding particles which may occupy its place. The furrow, it left, is
indeed instantly filled up by the closing waters, but they draw after them
other and larger portions of the surrounding element, and these again, once
moved, communicate motion to others in endless succession.

The solid substance of the globe itself,
whether we regard the minutest movement of the soft clay which receives its
impression from the foot of animals, on the concussion arising from the fall of
mountains rent by earthquakes, equally communicates and retains, through all
its countless atoms, their apportioned shares of the motions so impressed.

Whilst the atmosphere, we breathe, is the
ever living witness of the sentiments we have uttered, the waters and the more
solid materials of the globe bear equally enduring testimony to the acts we
have committed.

In conclusion, I
ask your readers if these sentiments of C. Babbage are not corroborative of our
ancient doctrines of the permanency of Sound and the Law of Karma.

Darjeeling,

18th October, 1884.

Sri Kshirod Sarma

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Also by
Sri Kshirod Sarma, see in our associated websites the article “The Process of Concentration”.

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